A Back Rub For Julia Ch. 04

Morning light blazed through my window, right into my eyes. I woke up, hating the dawn, just like every morning. The thing that separated this from all other mornings was the still slumbering form of my freshly fucked, naked sister, laying in my arms. Her beauty took my breath away, as I studied her in the freshly minted sunlight. Her curly red hair cascaded over my pillow. It stilled smelled faintly of the strawberry shampoo that she used. Her milky white skin felt silky smooth under my palm. I rubbed across her shapely hip, up her smooth, flat stomach, to her perky freckled breast. Her nipple came alive under my touch, rising to full arousal within seconds. She moaned softly. My gaze moved back to her face, and her brilliant green eyes opened for the first time that day. "Good morning, Katie." She made a small grunt as she stretched languidly, her small arm extended over her head. My morning wood popped in between my sibling's delectable ass cheeks, as her nude body moved against mine. She giggled softly, and pushed her ass back against my probing member. "Geez, Jack. Are you always in the mood for sex?" Her ass cheeks clenched, seizing my throbbing erection. I groaned into her hair quietly, purposely not wanting to repeat the noise that was made during our frantic coupling last night. "Always, K. Especially when it's a certain sexy red head, with a fantastic body, that's getting me in the mood." "Oh, and who would that be?" She flicked her fiery mane in my face for ...

emphasis. I remember pulling that very same hair last night, right when she began to cum all over my stiff cock. The memory began to whip me into a sexual frenzy. I wanted to dip down in the bed, reposition my dick, and slam it into her waiting fuck hole. She said that she liked rough sex, and her actions last night demonstrated it plainly. I also remembered the advice from my cousin Julia; don't jump right to the good stuff, go slow, and get her in the mood. It seemed like a good plan. I moved her hair aside, and began to kiss her cheek, then her earlobe, and then her neck. She cooed happily at the sensations that my lips and tongue were making on her bare skin. She tasted faintly salty, from the sweat that we worked up not eight hours ago. I wanted to completely devour her, like a brain eating zombie in a bad horror flick. I mixed small, soft bites with the kisses on the neck. I didn't nip hard enough to leave a mark, but it was a definite contrast with the soft smooches. Her coos became small, needy yelps, perfectly in time with the progress of my teeth on her skin. After lingering for a while on the neck, my kisses proceeded downwards over her shoulders, and along the ridge of her spine. I had never before had the chance to study the nude female form in detail before. The sex that I had with my ex consisted mainly of routine sessions orchestrated by her out of a sense of obligation. They were satisfying to a young virgin male, who didn't know anything. But the past few days had
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